Broken Leg and I briefly touched the tentacles. Although I hate her, we need to support each other at this time.
Something was obviously happening in this valley. The few songbirds and the neighbors who had not visited the border for a long time showed unusual signs.
What should we do now? ? The broken leg means that if you want to go deep into the valley, it is best to reach the nest of the neighboring tribe to find out.
I object.
If something happened to the neighboring tribes that caused them to even give up patrolling the border, then this threat to them might still be lingering in the valley, and it would also threaten us.
If it is just a false alarm and the neighboring tribe has little food, then the warriors of the neighboring tribe are not easy to mess with and will definitely not let us cross the border.
Either way, venturing deep into the valley's interior is not a good idea.
As expected, a broken leg would send me a mocking message. She thought I was timid and unworthy of my current status and reputation. Moreover, the queen ants asked us to bring back specific information. There is no use hiding on the outskirts of the valley.
I agree with the second half of what Broken Leg said. It seems that it is indeed impossible to complete the reconnaissance mission without taking risks.
I thought about it and told Broken Leg that I had an idea.
So, I ignored the broken leg, but ran to the small tree just now, put my butt close to it, and left my own fresh excrement marks on the excrement marks left by the original neighbor tribe. excrement.
I left a lot of excrement, and even added some extra secretions with a provocative and fighting tone. The smell of excrement became stronger now, drifting along the air, and could be smelled from far away.
On a normal day, this approach would be a serious provocation. Covering the other side's territory mark with the scent of our tribe is a declaration of war, which is enough to make the two tribes fight fiercely.
The broken leg was startled, and she wanted to lift up the sand to cover the excrement. She thought that if warriors from the neighboring tribe were attracted and confirmed the smell, we would have started a meaningless tribal war.
I stopped the leg-breaking movement and even used my status to suppress her. The broken leg showed dissatisfaction, and she once again challenged me to a duel.
I still beat her, just like before. Her broken legs are her weak point. I can keep moving, but her five legs have a hard time keeping up with my rhythm by turning around. I will always attack her vulnerable side and then pin her to the ground.
If it hadn't been for this broken leg, she might have been able to beat me, but there weren't that many ifs.
The broken leg failed again, and she was so upset that she could only look at me and tell me that I would regret it.
I have no regrets, I have a complete plan.
I climbed up a nearby tree with my broken leg, hid behind the leaves, and stared in the direction of the territory sign.
In this way, if warriors from neighboring tribes are attracted, it means that their tribe still exists. At that time, the two of us killed the soldier in a sneak attack, then covered up my excrement and destroyed the body.
If no warriors from the neighboring tribe appear, then we will try to venture into the valley again.
——I am the dividing line——
From the time the sun was on the back of the hills until the sun passed over the highest point and shone on the front of the hills, neither of us waited for any warrior from the neighboring tribe to appear.
Even insects rarely appear. Usually when we ambush like this, there will always be an endless stream of moving insects.
Well, it looks like our neighbors are indeed in some trouble, maybe big trouble.
Now, I didn't object to the plan of breaking my leg. We both cautiously moved deeper into the valley.
On the way, Broken Leg complained to me that my plans had been delayed too much and that the day was now short and we needed to speed up.
Speeding up means increasing the risk of exposure, but delaying until evening is also dangerous. So I agreed.
We speeded through the thick grass and headed deeper into the valley.
The valley slants from south to north, roughly in the shape of a long strip. We came down from the hills near the north of the valley, and now we are groping south.
We don't know the specific location of the neighboring tribe's nest, but the valley is long and narrow and the area is limited. We can always find it by searching from north to south.
We found our target quickly, as a pungent smell pointed our way.
When the tragic situation of the neighboring tribe appeared in front of us, we were shocked, frightened, and hesitant.
On the arboreal floor, the neighboring tribe's nest is surrounded by a cleared, weed-free clearing.
In this open space, there are dozens of corpses scattered in various directions, all of them are the corpses of our own tribe, the corpses of my neighbor tribe.
The corpse was in a horrific state. Either the head was severed, or the six limbs fell off, or the torso was broken, leaving no complete corpse.
These soldiers must have gone through a fierce battle before they died. There were bloodstains that did not belong to our race at the scene, but there were no bodies of foreign races.
It seemed that the aliens finally won the battle and took away the bodies of their companions. Only the bodies of the losers are left unattended.
The soil at the entrance of the nest should have been in the shape of a cone, but now only a little earth bag is left in disarray, showing the violent attack it suffered here.
The entire scene was filled with the pungent smell of corpses, which was the "corpse odor" emitted by the oil secreted by the corpses. Normally, there would be soldiers dumping the corpses in the cemetery. Now, the neighboring tribes no longer even have anyone to collect the corpses.
The entrance to the lair under the seal emits a stronger corpse smell, indicating the fate of the members inside. We didn't want to climb in. The miserable situation outside scared us both.
Although the two of us are the best warriors in the tribe, we have dared to fight the most ferocious insects, we have also participated in battles against the fallen and outsiders, and have seen hundreds of our fellow tribesmen die on the battlefield.
However, the scene in front of them was more like an entire tribe being massacred, a massacre without any resistance, and a massacre that left no one alive.
This is no longer a battle, but a destruction. No matter how strong the warrior is, he will inevitably feel sad and afraid.
Our neighbor tribe no longer exists!
Broken Leg and I were on the ground, sniffing the remaining alien blood, trying to analyze the identity of the other party.
The biggest suspects are outsiders and degenerates.
It is said that outsiders have been very active in this area since last year. Their numbers are overwhelming, and our brave compatriots have not been able to benefit from these outsiders, and our tribe has been forced to migrate.
The fallen ones are our clan’s biggest enemies and are the minions of the evil god. Any race can be corrupted into the Fallen by the evil god's tentacles, and then remain in the world in a half-dead state.
Which force destroyed our neighbor's tribe?
